As Zuko and Sokka become closer, Zuko finds there are things about the Water Tribe that he just doesn't understand and Sokka doesn't want to say. And thus, he must make Sokka explain it to him, even if he has to take him prisoner in order to do so.

A Zukka story cause the area's been lacking lately. And, because Reigning Fyre can't help but wring these out of me. Rated T, will probably be moved up to mature later though. Rated T because of the fact that Sokka and Zuko are teenage boy with bodily needs, and that Zuko kidnaps Sokka.

Disclaimer: If I owned Avatar the Last Airbender, there would be no argument over who Sokka ends up with... No wait, there would. Excuse my habit for pairing Sokka up with everyone male, under 21, his age, or older.

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Sokka stood ready, his weapon raised.

The enemy was close by, he could feel it. It had been following him for a while now. Just because he couldn't see the enemy didn't mean the water tribe teen didn't know he was there.

His body was tense, as he carefully examined his surroundings. He could hear the enemy circle around him. A bead of sweat dripped down his brow, as he waited, prepared for the attack that was going to come at any minute.

The enemy still caught him by surprise.

Falling down from a surprise tackle from behind, Sokka landed face down in the grass damp from a recent shower. Quickly kicked his legs out to unbalance the enemy atop him, Sokka turned and grabbed the larger figure by the shoulders.

The two wrestled, rolling about in the damp grass while doing so. Hands grasped, grappled, trying to find a way to overpower their opponents. It ended, as the enemy found himself atop Sokka's form, the boy gasping for air from a particularly rough shove.

Before he could regain his breath as he was winded, the enemy flipped him onto his back and held Sokka to the ground. His wrists pinned beside his head, both Sokka and the enemy panting lightly.

Catching their breath, playful smiles made their way to the faces of the two. Their faces slowly, slowly came closer and closer together. Their lips parting, breath lightly fanning the other's before coming together to meet in the first embrace of the day.

"How did you get away from the others so quickly?" the enemy, the fire nation prince asked. Zuko let go of Sokka's wrists to play with his hair, pulling it out of it's 'wolf's tail.'

Sokka's freed hand reaching up to tangle in the short, spiky locks of Zuko's hair. "I told them I was going hunting." Sokka explained quickly, drawing the banished prince into another kiss.

Their mouths opened, with tongues entered; caressing, touching, exploring. Pulling away, fingers gently caressed across burnt flesh; trailing softly, delicately. It caused the other to shift and shiver at the still unfamiliar, intimate touch.

Zuko mimicked the water tribe boy's touch. Pale fingers trailed against toffee colored skin. They pulled away chocolate colored strands of hair. Now unhindered, he looked into sharp, clear blue eyes that returned the gaze into mismatched golden ones that seemingly slit like a cats.

A soft sigh of contempt escaped as lips meet together for a second caress; softer, more chaste, less exploration, more contact.

A frown appeared as they parted. "We shouldn't do this."

"Why?" Sokka asked, his hand shifting from Zuko's hair to his shoulders

"Because." Zuko pressed his forehead against Sokka's. "Your sister and her friends will expect you back soon. If you don't they'll come look for you."

"Then come with us." Sokka protested. "Aang's already forgiven you. He wants to be your friend, and Toph and Katara would give you a chance"

Zuko sighed. "And what about our relationship? You think they would accept you sleeping with the enemy?"

Sokka struggled. "Zuko, I need to leave. I have to-" he gasped as Zuko suddenly yanked the belt of his shirt and began to bind his wrists with his own belt.

"What are you doing?" Sokka whimpered, his voice coming out soft and quivering. What was Zuko doing? Yes, they had teased each other before, wrestling and pinning the other to the ground, but Zuko had never tried to tie him up. He always let Sokka leave with minimum resistance.

"If you won't tell me, then I'll take you as my prisoner and keep you until you do." Zuko whispered, tying Sokka's wrists with a knot.

"You can't!" Sokka hissed, as Zuko threw him roughly over his shoulder.

"Watch me."

"Sokka!" Katara called, running to the small pond she knew her brother was fishing in. "It's almost time for dinner. Did you catch anything?" Katara slowed as she approached. It was too quiet... hadn't he heard her yelling?

"Sokka?" she called, looking around. He wasn't anywhere. There was his knife and spear. A few small game animals laid limp on the ground only a few feet away from her.

Sokka squirmed in Zuko's grasp, the Fire Prince's hand over his mouth.

"Just stay still." Zuko whispered in his ear, holding the boy tighter. "She'll leave in a few minutes."

Sokka shook his head, trying to tell Zuko that no, his sister was different than Azula. His sister wouldn't leave until she knew where her brother was.

"She isn't leaving." Zuko hissed after a few moment.

Sokka jerked his head and rolled his eyes. If he was looking at the prince, he shot him a 'well duh' look.

"By the spirits." Zuko huffed, coming out of the foliage, Sokka held to his chest.

"Sokka!" Katara cried, taking a water bending stance right away. "What are you doing to him you-"